But now i got a problem with that little white rock
He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot
Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream
But what he doesn't know is that i'm sharp as a marine
Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,
I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good
I go harder than a gay man when he masterbates
Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.
I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening
A deaf man sees the world for what it really is he makes the most of breathing
Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,
Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good
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